Michael stood center stage in the middle of Yankee stadium. It had been nearly two minutes since he moved. Not a blink, not a change of view, not a smile. Nothing. The longer he stood still, the crazier the crowd went. 

‘Michael! Michael! Michael!’

Panties and bras of all shapes and sizes were thrown on the stage. Everyone thought it was part of the act but this wasn’t the case. Michael stood still because it was as if he heard a ghost. Amongst the crowd there was a distinct voice that could only belong to one person. Coupled by the fact that there was a box of glazed donuts in his room backstage, his spidey senses were tingling.

“Michael!”

And there it was again. Michael snapped his head left. The stadium nearly combusted. About 30 girls in 3 different sections all passed out simultaneously. To everyone else this was one of the best intros to a performance human kind has ever seen with their bare eyes, but to Michael his eyes were seeing something entirely different. In his view stood PrincessDonut. His entire life flashed before his eyes. He slowly removed his shades. Carefully. As if the slower he moved the quicker PrincessDonut would disappear. But she didn’t disappear. She simply winked. Michael knew one day he would have to repay some favors, he just didn’t know today would be the day.